Song parody of
The Texas Plains
by Hank Snow
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Down in my dreams somehow it seems
That I'm back where I belong
Just a country hick way back in the stick
Back where I was born
Cause the city lights and the city ways
Are drivin' me insane
I want to be alone I want to be back home
Out on the Texas plains
I want to drink my java from an old tin can
While the moon comes shinin' high
I want to hear the call of a whippoorwill
I want to hear a coyote whine
I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs
Just riding him out on the range
Just to kick him in the sides let him show
His step and pride out on the Texas plains
I want to hear the thunder as it goes and rolls
I want to feel the rain in my face
Just a thousand miles from the city lights
Living a cowboy ways
I want to sleep at night beneath the stars above
With that whole moon shinin' down
I want to cook my grabbel with catfish skulls
Fifty miles from town
I want to drink my java
Sometime soon I'm goin' back back
Where the skies are blue
In a little house just built for two
Back where my dreams come true
Well I'm tired of subways
And the forty story shacks
I'm tradin' the wide open range
I want to go back, please take me back
Out on the Texas plains
I want to drink my java
Down in my dreams somehow it seems
That I'm back where I belong
Just a country hick way back in the stick
Back where I was born
Cause the city lights and the city ways
Are drivin' me insane
I want to be alone I want to be back home
Out on the Texas plains
I want to drink my java from an old tin can
While the moon comes shinin' high
I want to hear the call of a whippoorwill
I want to hear a coyote whine
I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs
Just riding him out on the range
Just to kick him in the sides let him show
His step and pride out on the Texas plains
I want to hear the thunder as it goes and rolls
I want to feel the rain in my face
Just a thousand miles from the city lights
Living a cowboy ways
I want to sleep at night beneath the stars above
With that whole moon shinin' down
I want to cook my grabbel with catfish skulls
Fifty miles from town
I want to drink my java
Sometime soon I'm goin' back back
Where the skies are blue
In a little house just built for two
Back where my dreams come true
Well I'm tired of subways
And the forty story shacks
I'm tradin' the wide open range
I want to go back, please take me back
Out on the Texas plains
I want to drink my java
